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“There’s a special pleasure in walking through those old, Eastern European cities, where every summer day seems to be lined with some street market or fast food stall party – they’re like the original food trucks, and all they serve are sausages, onions, condiments, the remains of a pig, and creamy, definitely-not-non-alcoholic beer.”

1921. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best […]